Wednesday, August 20, 2008

GOING GREEN...

During lunch I went to Math tutoring. No way was I going in the cafeteria to let Trish give me dagger stares. I was done with all of it. I was done with Conner.

The final bell rang and I rushed toward the front doors. Spending a day in social isolation was enough to make me cry. Of course I would never do that. Not in front of people.

“Stella,” someone called as I hit the pavement to run toward my house. I spun around.

“Becker?” What the hell was he doing here?

He grinned and leaned against his car. His cheeks were a little pink and that made me feel a better. I hoped he was embarrassed. He should be! He got me beat up.

“Do…” He paused and pushed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “Do you want a ride home?”
Oh. Didn’t he know I was pissed at him? I thought I’d been pretty clear.

“I can’t,” I said. I could, but he didn’t deserve my butt in his passenger seat. Not after what he did.

I turned and started walking.

“Please?” And he said it so sweetly. Not desperate, just… really cute.

I looked over my shoulder at him.

He tilted his head. “I’ll buy you an ice cream.”

I laughed. “An ice cream?”

“Or a Frosty.”

“Hm. I do like Frostys.”

“Yeah? You should definitely come with me then,” he said, opening the car door and motioning for me to get in.

I stood a moment, thinking. Hell. Why start now?

“Fine,” I said. “But you might just have to buy me a cheeseburger, too.”

“If you’re nice.”

I paused in front of him before getting in and sighed. My life just got even more complicated.
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Sunday, August 10, 2008

GOING GREEN... (The continuing blog story)

Okay, so I was grounded for about two weeks. My dad’s willpower broke around then. And even though I wasn’t suspended from school anymore, I sort of wished I were. I was like a social leper. Completely ostracized. All because Becker thought it was his business to tell everyone about Conner and me. Jerk.

“Hey.”

I looked up from my lab table to see Conner leaning toward me, a smirk on stupid, hot face.

“Don’t talk to me,” I whispered and glanced toward my teacher. He was standing at the podium, flipping through a Science Digest.

“Stella,” Conner chuckled. “You might as well talk to me. It’s not like you have anyone else.”

Low blow. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Do.”

“Don’t.”

Well this was fun. Finally I turned to him. “What do you want, Conner?”

“Let’s go out tonight,” he said. I stared at him.

Then, “Are you mental? Did you forget how your girlfriend attacked me?”

He laughed. “No. I didn’t forget. It was kinda funny.”

Ass. “No,” I said and shook my head. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” I glanced back down at my lab paper. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I slid it out to take a peek at my text.

lets go out 2night

I looked over at Conner and he smiled, his phone in his hand. Well, at least he wasn’t talking.
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